He was on thepoint of collapse so I took

t<a title="hat she wanted to" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%82%ec%97%b0%ec%a0%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">hat she wanted to sp</a>eak to me, because of all the oldergirls I admired her most. She asked me if I was going to the Red Cross andmake bandages. I was. Well, then, would I tell them that she couldn't comethat day? The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a waythat every young girl wants to be looked at sometime, and because itseemed romantic <a title="to me I have remembere" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%86www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%9e%8a%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%99%8b%eb%8c%80%ec%a0%84%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">to me I have remembere</a><br>d the incident ever since. His namewas Jay Gatsby and I didn't lay eyes on him again for over fouryears--even after I'd met him on Long Island I didn't realize it was thesame man.That was nineteen-seventeen. By the next year I had a few beaux myself,and I began to play in tournaments, so I didn't see Daisy very often.She went with a <a title="slightly older c" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc+pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%a4%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9d%84%ea%b8%88%ec%a0%95%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">slightly older crowd--</a>when she went with anyone at all.Wild rumors were circulating about her--how her mother had found herpacking her bag one winter night to go to New York and say goodbye to asoldier who was going overseas. She was effectually prevented, but shewasn't on speaking terms with her family for several weeks. Afterthat she didn't play around <br><a title="with the soldier" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%98%85pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%80%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9c%8f%ec%84%9c%eb%8c%80%eb%ac%b8%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">with the soldiers any mo</a>re but onlywith a few flat-footed, short-sighted young men in town who couldn'tget into the army at all.By the next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever. She had a debutafter the Armistice, and in February she was presumably engaged to aman from New Orleans. In June she married Tom Buchanan of Chicago withmore pomp and circumstanc<a title="e than Louisville e" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%98%82www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9c%8f%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%99%a5%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">e than Louisville</a><br> ever knew before. He camedown with a hundred people in four private cars and hired a wholefloor of the Seelbach Hotel, and the day before the wedding he gave hera string of pearls valued at three hundred and fifty thousand dollars.I was bridesmaid. I came into her room half an hour before the bridaldinner, and found her lying on her bed <br><a title="as lovely as the June ni" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%95%95%ea%b5%ac%ec%a0%95%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%9d%87%ea%b3%84%ec%96%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">as lovely as t</a>he June night inher flowered dress--and as drunk as a monkey. She had a bottle ofsauterne in one hand and a letter in the other." 'Gratulate me," she muttered. "Never had a drink before but oh, how I doenjoy it.""What's the matter, Daisy?"I was scared, I can tell you; I'd never seen a girl like that before."Here, dearis." She groped around i<a title="n a waste-basket she had" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%88%98%ec%9b%90%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9d%a4www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%98%85%ec%88%98%ec%84%9c%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%97%86%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">n a waste-basket she </a><br>had with heron the bed and pulled out the string of pearls. "Take 'em downstairs andgive 'em back to whoever they belong to. Tell 'em all Daisy's change' hermine. Say 'Daisy's change' her mine!'."She began to cry--she cried and cried. I rushed out and found hermother's maid and we locked the door and got her into a cold bath. Shewould<a title="n't let go of the l" href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ea%b5%90%eb%8c%80%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%8fwww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%86%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%9c%8f%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">n't let go of the </a>letter. She took it into the tub with her andsqueezed it up into a wet ball, and only let me leave it in thesoap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.But she didn't say another word. We gave her spirits of ammonia and putice on her forehead and hooked her back into her dress and half anhour later when we walked out of<a title=" the room the" href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%82%ac%eb%8b%b9%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88+www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4%e2%99%a5%eb%8f%99%ec%9e%91%ec%95%88%eb%a7%88%e2%98%82%ec%97%b0%ec%a0%9c%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank"> the room the pear</a>ls were around herneck and the incident was over. Next day at five o'clock she married TomBuchanan without so much as a shiver and started off on a three months'trip to the South Seas.I saw them in Santa Barbara when they came back and I thought I'dnever seen a girl so mad about her husband. If he left the room for aminute she'd look aro<a title="und uneasily" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%97%86pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com+%ec%84%9c%ec%b4%88%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%9d%a4%ec%9d%b8%ec%b2%9c%ec%86%8c%ed%94%84%ed%8a%b8%eb%a3%b8  " target="_blank">und uneasily and say "W</a><br>here's Tom gone?" andwear the most abstracted expression until she saw him coming in thedoor. She used to sit on the sand with his head in her lap by the hourrubbing her fingers over his eyes and looking at him with unfathomabledelight. It was touching to see them together--it made you laugh in ahushed, fascinated way. That was in A<a title="ugust. A wee" href="https://pims.edu/?s=%ec%86%8c%ec%82%ac%eb%a0%88%ea%b9%85%ec%8a%a4%eb%a3%b8%e2%9c%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%86%97%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%86%97%ec%86%a1%ed%83%84%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ugust. A week </a>after I left SantaBarbara Tom ran into a wagon on the Ventura road one night and rippeda front wheel off his car. The girl who was with him got into thepapers too because her arm was broken--she was one of the chambermaidsin the Santa Barbara Hotel.The next April Daisy had her little girl and they went to France for ayear. I saw them one spr<a title="ing in Cannes and " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%9a%a9%ec%82%b0%ec%a3%bc%ec%a0%90%e2%9e%8awww.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%98%9c%eb%b6%84%eb%8b%b9%ed%9c%b4%ea%b2%8c%ed%85%94%e2%99%a5%ec%9c%a0%ec%84%b1%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc  " target="_blank">ing in Cannes and l</a>ater in Deauville and thenthey came back to Chicago to settle down. Daisy was popular in Chicago,as you know. They moved with a fast crowd, all of them young and richand wild, but she came out with an absolutely perfect reputation.Perhaps because she doesn't drink. It's a great advantage not to drinkamong hard-drinking people. You can h<br><a title="old your tongue " href="https://www.indifferentlanguages.com/words/%ec%98%a5%ec%88%98%ed%82%a4%ec%8a%a4%eb%b0%a9%e2%98%80www.pukpuk1%eb%8b%b7%ec%bb%b4+%ea%b1%b4%eb%8c%80%ec%9e%85%ea%b5%ac%ec%85%94%ec%b8%a0%eb%a3%b8%e2%97%86%ec%95%88%ec%96%91%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">old your tong</a>ue and, moreover,you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody elseis so blind that they don't see or care. Perhaps Daisy never went infor amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers. . . .Well, about six weeks ago, she heard the name Gatsby for the first timein years. It was when I asked you--do you rem<a title="ember?--if you knew " href="https://thebridge.in/search?search=%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ec%98%a4%ed%94%bc%e2%99%8fpukpuk1%eb%8b%b7com%e2%97%80%ec%96%91%ec%9e%ac%ed%92%80%ec%82%b4%eb%a1%b1%e2%9d%84%ec%88%98%ec%98%81%ea%b1%b4%eb%a7%88  " target="_blank">ember?--if you knew </a>Gatsbyin West Egg. After you had gone home she came into my room and woke meup, and said "What Gatsby?" and when I described him--I was halfasleep--she said in the strangest voice that it must be the man she usedto know. It wasn't until then that I connected this Gatsby with theofficer in her white car.When Jordan Baker had finished te<a title="lling all